There is a specific kind of silence that only exists on the Alentejo coast in Portugal just before the sun breaks the horizon. It’s not an empty silence; it is heavy with the scent of wild rosemary and salt, and the low, rhythmic hum of the Atlantic testing the cliffs. I found myself there again in the summer of 2026, driving my battered Fiat 500 down the N263, the radio crackling with a fado station that seemed to mourn the very light fading in my rearview mirror.
Porto Covo has always been the Alentejo’s answer to the question no one asked: “What if the rugged beauty of the West Coast met the architectural restraint of Lisbon’s suburbs, but then decided to take a nap?” It is a village of white houses and blue trim, planned in the 1970s with a geometric precision that feels almost comically orderly against the chaotic backdrop of the Atlantic. But the real magic of Porto Covo isn't in the village square or the ice cream shops. It’s down the cliffs. It’s in the coves where the water turns a shade of impossible turquoise, and where, if you’re lucky, you won’t have to share the view with anyone but the gulls.
This guide is for those who, like me, are tired of the crowds flooding the Algarve. It is for the seeker of secret swims, the clamberer of rocks, the lover of pebble beaches that click-clack a rhythm under your feet. Here are seven hidden gems and secret swims in Porto Covo that you absolutely need to visit. Pack light, wear shoes with grip, and leave your expectations at the top of the cliff.
Let’s start with the one that is technically famous but feels secret if you time it right. Praia do Pessegueiro is the postcard image of Porto Covo. It sits directly beneath the ruins of a 17th-century fortress and a tiny island that looks like it was placed there by a giant’s hand. The history here is visceral; the fort was built to ward off pirates, specifically the notorious Barbary corsairs who haunted these waters. Standing on the sand, looking up at the crumbling ramparts, you can almost hear the echo of cannon fire mixing with the splash of waves.
The "secret" part of Pessegueiro isn't the main beach, which is lovely but popular. It’s the western flank. If you walk past the main access stairs and head toward the rocks separating Pessegueiro from Praia do Cemitério, you will find a series of small, sheltered inlets. The water here is deeper and calmer, protected from the prevailing winds. It’s a perfect spot for freediving practice or just floating on your back, staring up at the fortress walls.
The name suggests a gothic horror movie set. Cemitério means cemetery. The beach got its name because, in the past, bodies of shipwrecked sailors would wash up here. It’s a grim origin story for one of the most vibrant swimming spots in the region.
Located immediately west of Pessegueiro, you reach it via a steep, winding dirt track that makes you question your suspension system. When you arrive, the "cemetery" is nowhere to be seen. Instead, you are greeted by a horseshoe of golden sand cradled by towering ochre cliffs. The geology here is spectacular; the cliffs are striated with layers of sediment that tell the story of millions of years.
The swim at Cemitério is pure joy. The beach faces southwest, so it catches the afternoon sun beautifully. The water entry is gentle, sandy, and forgiving. It’s a family-friendly spot, but because of the access road (which requires a bit of nerve), it never gets as crowded as the main village beaches. It is, quite simply, a perfect beach.
If you want to feel the raw power of the Atlantic, you go to Morgavel. This is not a swimming beach for the faint of heart, nor is it for a calm, glassy dip. Morgavel is exposed to the full brunt of the ocean. It is wild, untamed, and absolutely beautiful.
To find the secret swim here, you have to respect the tides. Morgavel is a long stretch of sand backed by dunes. However, on the southern end, there are rock pools that form when the tide retreats. These are natural jacuzzis, carved out of the granite, filled with water that warms up under the sun. Finding a pool deep enough to sit in while the ocean roars just a few feet away is a sensory experience like no other.
The drive to Morgavel is an adventure in itself, down a sandy track that feels like you’re driving into a nature reserve. There are no facilities here. None. Just you, the wind, and the sea.
This is the beach you go to when Porto Covo village is too busy. Franquia is located just south of the main village, tucked away below the road. You have to know it’s there to find it. There is a small, unassuming parking area and a steep path down the cliff face.
The beach is narrow, a ribbon of sand squeezed between the cliffs. Because of this geography, it feels intimate. The cliffs protect it from the wind, making the water often eerily calm, like a mountain lake. This is the best spot for "secret swims" because you are literally submerged at the foot of the cliffs. You feel hidden from the world.
The geology here is fascinating. You’ll see large, rounded boulders scattered on the sand, smoothed by millennia of tumbling. These are perfect for leaning against while you dry off. The water is crystal clear, and because it’s a bit of a hassle to get down, you often share it with only a handful of locals who know the value of the spot.
Located north of Porto Covo, past the Ruins of Milreu (which are worth a quick look), Água Seca is a geological marvel. The name means "Dry Water," which is ironic because the water here is anything but. The beach is defined by massive rock formations that jut out into the sea, creating natural breakwaters and lagoons.
This is not a beach for lying down and reading a book (unless you are a gecko). This is a beach for exploration. The "secret swim" here is finding the natural pools on the seaward side of the rocks. You have to scramble a bit—hence the "rock hopper" designation. But the reward is swimming in a pool that is replenished by the crashing waves, giving you the sensation of being in the ocean but without the strong currents.
The sand here is coarse and golden. The water is incredibly clear. It’s a place that demands engagement; you have to move, climb, and look to find the best spot. It keeps the crowds away, which is exactly what we want.
I know what you’re thinking. “The main beach? Really?” Yes, really. The Praia Grande of Porto Covo is the large, sweeping arc of sand right in front of the village. It’s the busiest spot. But I include it here because of the cliffs.
If you walk to the northern end of Praia Grande, where the cliff meets the sand, there is a path that leads up. Don't go up. Go along. At low tide, you can scramble over the rocks around the headland. This leads you to a series of small, hidden coves that are technically part of Praia Grande but feel like a different world.
These coves are shielded from the wind and the sun is trapped there until late in the evening. It’s a secret spot hidden in plain sight. I’ve seen people set up here at 4 PM and stay until the sun dipped below the horizon, bathing the white cliffs in pink light.
Named after the famous Portuguese poet Bocage, who was born in nearby Setúbal but roamed these lands, this beach is the southernmost gem of the Porto Covo area. It’s a bit of a hike from the village, usually requiring a drive to the end of a dirt road and then a walk.
What makes Bocage special is the sense of discovery. You park in a dusty clearing, hear the ocean, and walk through a gap in the dunes. The beach opens up before you, vast and empty. The dunes here are high and protected, teeming with marram grass and sea holly.
The swimming here is spectacular because of the clarity. The water is often cooler here due to the deeper offshore currents, which is a shock to the system but incredibly refreshing after the hike. It feels like the edge of the world. It is quiet, contemplative, and deeply connected to the literary history of the region.
Visiting Porto Covo in 2026 requires a bit of planning. The secret is getting out. While it will never be as crowded as the Algarve, the infrastructure is still that of a sleepy village.
You really need a car. The bus service is limited, and the joy of Porto Covo is the freedom to jump from cove to cove. The roads are generally good, but the dirt tracks to beaches like Morgavel and Água Seca can be rough. A small SUV is ideal, but a standard hatchback will do if you drive carefully.
June and September are the golden months. July and August are hot and busier, though still manageable compared to other spots. The water temperature in September is often at its best. Avoid the winter months if you want to swim; the storms are magnificent to watch from a cliffside café, but the ocean is unforgiving.
Porto Covo is famous for its choco frito (fried cuttlefish). You must eat it. Head to Tasca do Chico or O Farnel in the village square. For a more upscale experience, Restaurante Mar à Vista offers incredible seafood with a view of the Pessegueiro island. But the real joy is buying sardines from a van on the beach and eating them with your fingers, burning your mouth because you can’t wait for them to cool down.
These beaches are pristine because people care. Take your trash with you. Don’t disturb the nesting birds on the cliffs (the Storks and the Shags love these cliffs). Use reef-safe sunscreen. The water is clear for a reason.
Porto Covo is not just a place; it’s a feeling. It’s the grit of sand between your toes in a cove no one else knows about. It’s the taste of salt on your lips after a dive under a wave. It’s the warmth of the sun on your back as you climb the white cliffs.
In 2026, as the world gets louder and faster, places like Porto Covo become essential. They are the antidote. They remind us that the best things in life aren’t manufactured or scheduled. They are found in the turn of a rocky corner, in the silence of a hidden beach, in the shock of cold Atlantic water.
So, go. Find the seven gems. Or find your own. The cliffs are waiting, and the water is fine.